Sing a song of sixpence pockets full of dust
The very things we can’t have are the things we think we must
Kenmore ten more what’ll it be today?
The more the mouth of Mammon eats the more it makes you pay

Cause you work late toll gate taking the power bait
And run run run to the one who makes you wait
There’s not a pill that will make you still
So beware you sons and daughters 
Of the sins of your fathers

Mr. Brown goes downtown and puts his money down
He bets his name on credit for the lovely Mrs. Brown
Chasing the brass ring and swinging for the fences
Losing all he loves and owns by interest rates and inches

Cause he work late toll gate taking the power bait
And run run run to the one who makes you wait
There’s not a pill that will make you still
So beware you sons and daughters 
Of the sins of your fathers

Poor Billy sat at the laundromat
Dried and quartered; choking up on the bat  
He once stood tall but plays ball not at all
Since the day an MBA made Billy start to crawl because he

Work late toll gate taking the power bait
And run run run to the one who makes you wait
There’s not a pill that will make you still
So beware you sons and daughters 
Of the sins of your fathers